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Jul 2018
I describe us as the autumn -
Crisp, as the morning breeze grazes against our skin,
Colourful, like the leaves falling gracefully from above,
Captivating, as the sunset's glow draws ever closer.
But behind all that magnificent splendour - decay
Written by
Sean Ryan
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